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This is a poem for two voices. The artist reads on the left side; writer on the right. Words that are centered are read by both voices.

This poem was born last March at The Prairie Winds Young Artists' and Writers' Retreat at Rock Springs 4 - H camp. On the first night of camp, only hours after arriving, my cell phone plunged my mood into deep despair delivering news of a friends death earlier that day. This poem demanded to be written, to loosen angry tears, before it would let me sleep later that night.

Artist and Writer by Meg Rice

I seek perspective on my life to make sense of loss and death.

I seek perspective on my life; hope to silence all the noise. Truths revealed in contemplation are released in broad brush strokes. Meditations of my hand crystallized in written words. Images captured by my lens focus my search to comprehend. Rhythms and rhyme straight away convey my need to understand.

Seems my proximity to subject may impede or clarify. Too close? Deceptive details misinform; my truth’s denied. Out of context; isolated thoughts perplex; confuse in time. Seems it’s the wide-angle-view; reveals the truth and finallyfrees my mind. Seems my proximity to subject may impede or clarify.